July to August 2007 – Festering wounds

Friends and colleagues were shocked that I ended my relationship of 7 long years.
Well, they didn’t know the full story, do they?
If they did, they wouldn’t lament the loss.

I had plenty of fun after the break-up.
Late night partying, drinking and hanging out with friends.
Making up for lost time, as I happily told everyone.

I was clearly rebelling.
Rebelling against his ideals of how I behave, where I go, what I wear, who I go out with….

I thought I was happy doing this.
Thinking back, the signs were there.
The wounds were festering but I was busy drinking my nights away, oblivious to the extent of my wounds.